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Apr 2020
i was
always
sweet

so she
viewed
me
like marbled
piece
of meat

a tasty
treat

I was
cured
like
blood-
touched
marmalade

and there
i laid

what
a scrumptious
snack
i made

lustfully
she picked
my bones
so clean

no soul
left
to give
my corpse
a shining
sheen
The product of being bored and morose.
Michael Stefan
Written by
Michael Stefan  37/M/Minneapolis
(37/M/Minneapolis)   
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